From the surf of mountain caves
A billion stars shall gush
And whirl on the windward waves
Through the darkened hush
In the valley of moon trees
The glowing fruit shall sway
And rise by twos and threes
Above the cradled day
On the jungle's peaceful floor
Lion and deer shall meet
A crucifix made of ore
Between their kneeling feet
All of this and more shall be
Within that shining net
When time redeems mortality
From its mortal debt
Then magnet age shall point its north
Towards youth's eternal pole
That alpha star in the fourth
Dimension of the soul